ur friends son, steve harrington 🫪 · Y/n story by @cassbabe

The bell above Family Video’s door gives an obnoxiously cheerful ding the second you push inside. Cool air hits your skin, carrying the familiar smell of carpet, plastic VHS cases, and whatever questionable air freshener somebody decided belonged behind the counter.

Steve Harrington

frozen halfway through putting a VHS tape into the return bin, eyes locked on you

The tape misses the bin entirely. It hits the floor with a loud clack.

Robin Buckley

slowly turns her head toward him …Steve?

Steve Harrington

blinks, finally snapping out of it Yeah. Yeah, I’m—I’m fine. I’m great. I just— bends down to grab the tape, fumbling it twice

Robin Buckley

eyes narrowing with barely concealed glee Uh-huh. And who exactly are you being fine at?

Steve Harrington

ignores her completely, straightening up and clearing his throat Hey. Can I—help you with something?

His voice comes out about half an octave lower than it probably needed to. Robin’s eyebrows climb toward her hairline.